Man, what a day in Dalmine! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders a “decaf soy latte with extra foam.” Like, bro, what are you, a hipster from Milan? I roll my eyes so hard, I almost see my brain. But whatever, I get my coffee, and it’s perfect. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day.
Then I decide to stroll down to the Parco della Repubblica. It’s a nice park, you know? Trees, flowers, the whole vibe. I’m just vibing, listening to some tunes, when I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” But then, outta nowhere, the kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “C’mon, it’s just a kite!” But I can’t help it. I go over, and I’m trying to be the hero. I climb the tree like I’m Tarzan or something. Spoiler: I’m not Tarzan. I get stuck too. Now we’re both crying.
Finally, I manage to get down, kite in hand, and the kid’s face lights up. I’m like, “See? No biggie!” But inside, I’m like, “What am I doing with my life?”
After that, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, so I head over to Via Garibaldi. There’s this little gelato shop that’s to die for. I order a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cup. But then, I see this guy drop his gelato. Like, come on, man! I feel his pain. I mean, I’d cry too. So, I offer him a bite of mine. He looks at me like I’m a saint or something. I’m just trying to be nice, but I’m also thinking, “Dude, don’t get too comfy. This is MY gelato.”
Then, I decide to check out the local market on Via XX Settembre. It’s buzzing with people, vendors shouting, and I’m just soaking it all in. I spot this old lady selling fresh tomatoes, and I’m like, “I need those for my pasta tonight.” I go to buy some, and she starts telling me her life story. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I just want tomatoes!” But she’s sweet, so I listen. Turns out, she’s been selling tomatoes for 50 years. Respect.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a nearby café on Via Dante, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and this guy offers me his seat. I’m like, “Wow, chivalry isn’t dead!” But then I realize he’s just trying to hit on me. Ugh, no thanks, buddy.
Finally, the rain stops, and I’m ready to head home. I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on Via Vittorio Emanuele. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I stop to listen, and before I know it, I’m dancing like a fool. People are laughing, and I’m just living my best life.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. Dalmine, you crazy little city, you’ve got my heart. I mean, who knew a day could be so wild? From kites to gelato to rain, it was a rollercoaster. I can’t wait to write about it. But first, I need a nap. Or maybe more gelato. Definitely more gelato.